Say all you want about sunshine in the air and the healing power of positive thinking, but every once in a while a girl just has the kind of day that makes her crawl under her desk and cry three times before noon. Here are my best methods at cheering myself up during those suckfest moments:
Read something fantastic. Save the Kant for when you're trying to impress girls on the bus -- I'm talking about something funny, delightful and deeply comforting. My usual prescription is a few thousand words of Wodehouse, Roald Dahl or any Playboy humor anthology.. Cure especially responsive when taken in conjunction with a slice of oatmeal bread, fun size snickers or mug of hot cocoa.
Turn on the TV and repeat everything in an Hindu accent. You just really need to try this. Preferably with a partner.
Give a stranger a compliment. Sadness is just as self involved as joy is expansive ,and sometimes all you need to do to break the spell is remember that other people out there are having crappy days as well. For that, sometimes I would take a walk down to the convenient store below the apartment while I'm there, look the cashier right in the eye, ask about her day and actually listen, never fail to give a smile and say "Thank You". Maybe it's just the power of pretending to be happy or the knowledge that unlike most customers you're not a huge jerkface, but this psych-up can be pretty dang effective.
Spare some time tackling that chore you've been dreading for weeks. Tidy that messy closet with tons of un-touch clothes, attack the flagged emails in your inbox, whatever that little chore is that nags at you all week. By that time, you might be so into it that you just finish the whole deal. And it's amazing .
I will go workout at the gym and work the heck out of that cross-trainer... even work the pedals faster and harder...and once that is done I will start throwing stuff out that I ignored for months that have no longer been worn or used.
Throw a friggin' tantrum. Because, dude, sometimes you've got to. When I got frustrated while complaining about my day to The Ex, I used to throw myself on the bed, flailing around and ripping off the sheets, or breaking the wine glasses which stood still for the past few days "unwashed". tearing papers.. letting all my built-up exasperation come shrieking out. This is seriously therapeutic for the three minutes before you realize how idiotic you look. And by then, you're already laughing your ass off. Feels better, huh?
As you might be able to tell, I had a kind of lousy day @ work yesterday. What little tricks do you guys use during those days that make you want to punch a kitten in the muzzle?
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